“’Be still, and know that I am God!’”
There was a screech of tires, a chorus of screams, and a sickening thud.
Oh my. I hadn't expected the argument or the physical abuse, but I *really* hadn't expected this. I had figured that Superman would swoop in at the last second to pull the lady out of harm's way.
“Don’t you lay a finger on that child.”
You go, Martha!
“Oh, no you don’t. Back off, buster.”
That's gotta redeem her in Martha's sight.
“Dear Ms. Nichols, Your son, Trevor, is a very brave young man. It was a pleasure to meet him. I am sorry to hear of your injuries. I wish you a speedy recovery. Sincerely, Superman.”
Awww. What a nice note!
“Really? I hadn’t heard.” Martha threw her son a pointed look.
Oops.
Open mouth, insert foot, Lois!
It looked to her like there was also some under-the-table hand-holding going on.
Looking forward to part 17.
Joy,
Lynn
